Exposes the throat and feet take flight.
Grows the lives, saves the smiles and plants the seeds.
Ours, no matter the ilk, no matter the feather.
Two Oceans
I, unaware they were together,
Love-ers, noticed he smoothed his fingers into the small of her back and unabashedly asked silly questions of their world.
You cannot look away from such tenderness -it leaves you with a sense of being
Forever changed.
Home: A Haiku
When I next see you
Will it be for the first time
Or were you always
A Symphony
A continued call for kindness
with a steadiness of hands.
A reaching out to others
here at home and foreign lands.
Bold proclaiming peace’s value
and an absence of the whirr.
All while roaming starry-eyed
with a soft decided purr.
Art Credit:
“Spillover II” Jaume Plensa, Sculptor
Atwater Park -Shorewood, WI
Made This Way
And Thankful:
That the grace to which I’m giv’n is more Northern Goose than Eagle;
That the stride I strut is more Thoroughbred than Gazelle;
That the song I sing is more Porpoise than Siren;
That the magic of which I’m made is equal parts Cosmic and Earthly…to match.
Facing Life
Not in the dark, but with vision.
Not to keep peace but to celebrate it.
Homework: A Haiku
Since we must seek it,
in response, it travels far
-Light. To still our minds.
All That Matters
Holy. Pure. Wow. Ouch. Pretty simple.
at Saints And Sinners, Milwaukee, WI
June 19, 2014
As good a day as any.
To recall that you’re Consecrated.
To love and be loved.
To run on the wrong side of the road.
To look up from the mire.
To accept and be accepted.
To step forward in proof.
Storm Cited
Violent clashing.
Nonstop flashing.
Hours-long lashing.
(That would scare most.)
Ended with a song.
